Upon a Sun Once Adored

And here, betwixt passion and hatred,
A calm place,
A quiet place to gather hopes,
Amber streams filling the air
Whilst dreams go up in cigarette smoke
Why then should I plead guilty?
For my life is truely innocent...
No.
Can you not see?
There is no hope...
Beg the stars to be as they,
Looking down upon the ages without care,
Emotionless.
Another hit, another breath
Fill me with my silent disease...
I purify with fire.
I purify with air.
An orchestration of my own design
Cleansing my soul
Lungs filled with my punishment
And still runs the black flow
Bringing me to my innocence
And a place without care.